Shakedown #117"
By: Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
Jack O, S31 operative, [NPC]

Stardate: 58204.01 1700

Qul Tuq

Teilani’s quarters (habitat ring section G 21)

Teilani was still getting used to the fact that someone had entered her quarters without permission and especially an agent from Section 31. Section 31 an organization which was responsible for weaving plans with plans, building governments within governments. Eliminating opponents if they were a pestering insect. What could she possible do for them?.

“Look” Teilani said, “I’m not interested in working with Section 31”. “O’right O’Neill responded, but you might change your mind when you ‘ve heard me out”. Teilani rose from her chair, feeling her anger trying to escape. She knew instinctively that O’Neill was probably armed, a trained killer but she didn’t care.

All Teilani could think about was lifting the man up by the scruff of this neck and tossing him out of her quarters. She knew it wasn’t the most sensible thought she had and she would never manage it but it was a satisfyingly direct.

‘Sit down Doctor”, O’Neill said, not raising his voice. Teilani stopped moving, then found herself settling back in her chair. “You will do me the courtesy of hearing me out”. Against her will, Teilani nodded.

“One thing I’ve learned, Doctor, is that the best place to hide is where you enemies don’t wish to look”. Despite the brutal intrusion Teilani was interested in what the man was saying. O’Neil continued, “I came here to discuss with you Dr Ethan Sinclair”. “Name mean anything to you”? Teilani shook her head. “I’m not surprised, he was, I assume, trying to keep a low profile”.

“Why come to me”, Teilani said, “I don’t know him, have never seen any paper published by him”. “Ah, O’Neill responded, very well reasoned, Doctor”. “Excellent point”. O’Neill handed her a PADD. “This contains all the data we have on him”, O’Neill said. “Read it carefully”. “Dr Sinclair was somewhat more receptive to our invitation than you”. “After Sinclair agreed to assist us, he underwent training to become an agent”. “I must say he exceeded our expectations”. O’Neill paused for a minute before he continued. “Then we found him a mission”. “We flattered ourselves, believing it was the perfect one”. “So of course, O’Neill continued, he betrayed us”.

Several seconds ticked passed during which Teilani suspected, she was supposed to offer a comment. She decided to be spiteful, and so, finally O’Neill continued.

“During a routine survey missing we discovered a hatchery, yes Doctor, a hatchery of Superhumans, bread especially without emotions, loyal to only one person, the perfect killer machines”. “Something to think about late at night, isn’t it Doctor”? “Calculate how many more ships, and soldiers Starfleet needed to turn the tide, to become the most powerful force in the galaxy” “We can not allow this to happen”. O’Neill paused again as he stared out the window. “As I was saying the hatchery we found as undefended and abandoned”. “Our scientist tried to adjust the DNA resequencers and distributed the red dust to a minimum rate to that the “patients” would wake up and be loyal to us”. “Needless to say that we failed”.

“You bloody fools”, Teilani said. “A comment Doctor”, O’Neill asked. Teilani continued. “How could you think for even a moment that anyone in the Federation or even in the entire quadrant would tolerate this”. “Breeding humans for canon fodder”. O’Neill regarded Teilani for several seconds, then slowly raised his hands and clapped them together half a dozen times. “Bravo Doctor, he said, you have a flair for oratory”.

Teilani sight and then continued, “What can I do about it”. “I have no experience in this field”. “Where should I find this Dr Sinclair”. “I can not go race off in the unknown”. “I have no idea where our next mission will lead us to”. “Finding the good doctor himself is our responsibility, Doctor”, O’Neill replied. “We want you to find out how he converted the DNA resequencing and what the red dust is all about, then you must destroy any information you might come across”. ”Of course after you have informed us”. “Our goals, Doctor will and are the same in this case”. “We do not need a mad scientist launching a jihad with an army of genetically engineered killing machines at this back”.

“Especially not a scientist who knows everything about you”, Teilani added. A tight smile flickered across O’Neill’s lips, “nobody knows everything about us doctor”. “There are others who can do what your asking, Teilani continued, most of them are better then me”. O’Neill smiled, “Doctor you underestimate yourself, in fact there isn’t anyone better suited!” “Who will ever suspect a woman snooping around”. Teilani glanced at O’Neill, she felt like a caged animal.

“We are counting on you, Doctor”, O’Neill said as he walked to the door. “Don’t let us down”, with a woosh the door opened and O’Neill was gone, leaving Teilani behind, her mind filled with questions, doubts etc. How could she make a difference?